home.â
âWell, I am Digger and this swamp is my home,â one of the turtles snapped. His ear patches were the dark red color of leaves in the fall.
âIâm Baskin and itâs my home, too,â a second turtle said. âDid you bring those two gators with you?â His voice was slow and deep, and his red ear patches seemed faded.
âYes, those gators are my friends. The one with the shortened tail is Seezer. Without him, I could never have made the journey. We met Grub, the skinny one, at Old Stumpâs bayou on the other side of the woods. He was practically starving andââ
âDonât you have any swamp sense? Turtles and alligators canât be friends,â Baskin interrupted. âYou shouldnât have brought them here. Tell them to go away.â
âI couldnât do that,â Bartleby protested. âBesidesâSeezer and Grub wonât harm you. There are plenty of fish in the water for them to eat. And this swamp looks big enough for everyone.â
Digger paddled closer. He stuck his snout in Bartlebyâs. âBaskin is right. Weâve lived here all our lives. We know. Alligators canât be trusted.â
Bartleby edged his head in a bit. âBut my friends and I donât know where else to go.â
âWell, Iâm not afraid of gators!â the third turtle declared. She was about the same size as Bartleby. Her carapace was a dark, glossy green, and its flared sides were decorated with a delicate pattern of green and yellow swirls. Her ear patches were the orangey red color of fire. Bartleby couldnât help staring at them.
âIâm Lucky Gal,â she said. âI got my name because an otter called Fishguts caught my right rear webâbut I got away from him.â She paddled around and poked her web in his face. It was missing two toes.
Bartleby stared at the wounded foot. His throat quivered. âIâve never seen an otter,â he admitted. âIt must be a very dangerous creature.â
âOh, yes, especially to a turtle. Otters love to eat anything in a shell.â In the time it took Bartleby to blink, Lucky Gal disappeared under the water. In another second, she reappeared on the other side of a lettuce plant. âTo escape, you have to be quick and cleverâand very, very lucky,â she declared.
âBartleby is quick and clever,â Quickfoot said. Sheâd been so quiet Bartleby had nearly forgotten she was there. âHe outswam four alligators in a race.â
âHarrumph! You expect anyone to believe that?â a voice croaked. âNo turtle could swim so fast.â
Bartleby squinted into the floating lettuce patch. A large bullfrog was drifting among the plants. âYou donât have to believe it, but itâs true.â
âQuag-quog. Quag-quog. Donât mind Big-Big,â called a voice from overhead.
âQuag-quog. Quag-quog. Yes, that quarrelsome frog would doubt anyoneâeven his own reflection,â added another voice.
Bartleby looked up. Two great white birds with crooked necks and long beaks were perched on a branch overhead. He flapped his webs with excitement. âYouâre Plume and Billy, arenât you?â
âGlad to see you made it,â the larger bird said. âPlume and I enjoyed helping you outwit those racing gators.â
âYes,â Plume agreed. âWe were tickled to have a chance to spoil Old Stumpâs plan.â
Bartleby gazed at her huge wings and skinny legs. Heâd never seen a more unusual bird. âThank you. Without you, I would never have succeeded.â
âWhat?â Big-Big leaped onto a plant in front of Bartleby. He stuck his puffed-up chest into the red-earâs snout. âYou didnât say you had help.â
âI didnât have a chance. Iââ
âHarrumph! You said you swam here from up north. You said you beat four gators. I think
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